The trip, by motor, to the nearest marina, Grisslehamn goes well. Next morning the sun is shining and a fair breeze is blowing. Now we are on our way to discover the archepelago of Stockholm.
Skepp i sikte! Vi ser ett märkligt skepp vid horisonten!
Ship a hoy! A strange vessel by the horizon
Det närmar sig!
I's getting closer!
Ååh, en gammal träskuta! Vilken tid har vi hamnat i? 1800-talet?
Ooh, an old wooden schooner! What time are we in? 19th century?
But we are still in the 21st. We barely manage to avoid colliding with a real monster boat. It could have eaten our little Frida in a single gulp.
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